Sun

Eyes closed, I stand and face

the unexpected autumn sun,

my skin taking delight

in the warmth of the rays.

 

The sun has been, and doubtless still is,

a goddess or god,

and it seems unlikely that people would worship

an entity which they didn’t believe

had divine consciousness.

 

With this in mind, I raise my arms

and proclaim a spontaneous

prayer of thanks.

 

Although the raising of the arms

was poetic licence,

and the proclamation was in my head.

 

There’s enough to contend with

on crowded railway platforms as it is.